Ой, дорога, ты, дорога, между сосен и берез. То крута, а то полога, сколько ты видала слез, Словно реченька журчала, эти слезы схороня, А сама в лесу рыдала, убегая от меня.
Ой, дороженька-дорога, не скрывайся за холмом, Дай уйти мне от порога с тихой песнею вдвоем. Словно боль меня томила, чью-то радость схороня, А сама в лесу грустила, убегая от меня.
Ой, дорога, ты, дорога, между сосен и берез. То крута, а то полога, сколько ты видала слез, Словно боль меня томила эти, чью-то радость схороня, А сама в лесу грустила, убегая от меня. Alexander Sukhanov
Oh, the road, you, the road, between the pines and birches. That's cool, and then the canopy, how many have you seen tears, Like a little river murmured, these tears buried, And she herself sobbed in the forest, fleeing from me.
Oh, dear road, do not hide behind the hill, Let me leave the threshold with a quiet song alone. Like I was tormented by pain, someone's joy was buried, And she herself was sad in the forest, fleeing from me.
Oh, the road, you, the road, between the pines and birches. That's cool, and then the canopy, how many have you seen tears, Like I was tormented by these pains, someone's joy buried, And she herself was sad in the forest, fleeing from me.